|Current mood:|| determined|
|Current music:||Wakefield "Give Me A Reason"|
Stars and Scars
Come back here. We can talk about anything or nothing. Nothing is probably better. Because my words never come out right around you. I'd much rather you hold me. Oh, if you'd accept me again. To be in the arms of betrayal. It is a sweet kind of sick. The kind that has made me realize I need to stop trying to relive moments that are gone. Yes this sweet sick feeling tells me to leave th past alone. But, I don't want anymore days to pass because that means you are more a part of my past. Can't you see that I'm the one who is alone? Behind this sweet smile you have me paranoid. My hands shake. My knees felt weak and there was nothing else to do. I claimed ill, but you told me I wouldn't want to. I remember that night, even though it was pitch black your face was so clear. I started out with nothing and now I have memories. I can't figure out if you just bruised me or if you left me with scars. These stars tell a story of all the broken lovers who looked at them. I can't figure out what is it, but I want more. I want more memories.